Carry him to his bury'n ground Walk him along, John, Carry him along Tell me where you're stormy Well General Taylor gained the day Well General Taylor he gained the day Walk him along, John, carry him along We'll dig his grave with a silver spade

Hey, hey, hey Do you bury bury me when I'm gone Do you teach me while I'm here Just as soon as I belong Then it's time I disappear Here I go into new days I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer Ain't no mercy there for me And I went on down that road

Is it taking over? Will it bury bury me? Or will clarity become the cure for my disease? It's like holding on When my grip is lost I still feed my insecurity when I know the cost If I fall again, will it be the end? I know it's wrong Will the end make me

She won't stop me put it down And don't look back Oh baby don't stop Bury Bury me and fade to black So get your gun and meet me by the door Would I lie to you? Gun it while I'm holding on Don't stop if I fall Wait until it fades to black

Can you feel me? Would you touch me? Can you help me? Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Hey you, don't help them to bury bury the light Don't give in without a fight

Can you feel me? Would you touch me? Can you help me? Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Hey you, don't help them to bury bury the light Don't give in without a fight

Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beans Checking out the movies and the magazines Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar I'm getting a pickup for my steel guitar I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue Excuse me for talking I

I am the enemy They say their words But nothing breaks the surface (Yet you say you believe) We lay our heads down For something empty (We must be the enemy) You can break me down You can bury bury me alive

Well, well, well So I can die easy The devil's gonna make up my dying bed When it comes to bury bury me Put a fifth of rum in my hand Might as well come and take my soul 'Cause I can't take it to the promised land Meet me, brother, meet me For I have so much

Your former you That stranger in the mirror Oh, that's you Why'd you look so blue? Now you're just a shallow In the morning on the train You sit and stare at the rain Or bury bury yourself in your books Don't look at no strangers